[Siffleur nods - he does. He struggles with many things, but food is something he has always understood well, be it caught in the wild, or served in a restaurant. Meat is what he knows best.

Giles' question makes him stop and reflect. He has already lived between two worlds, but they were the same place, just two different ways of existing in it. How to understand where he came from against other places? He no longer knows what other people would consider 'normal'.]

I don't know what ordinary is to you, but it felt ordinary to me. Cities full of people. Wilderness full of animals. I lived in both but mostly in the wild. Mostly as an animal. The only person who was ever like me was my mother. Everything else stayed in one shape. I read stories about creatures like me, but not me - werewolves, skin changers, shapeshifters. Never could be sure if they were real. Never met anyone who could do magic. Lots of technology - cars, computers, cell phones, planes - but nothing felt impossible.

What was your place like?